Three weeks later,
I dropped Zion off at Lionel's place before heading out for my classes. I started my PhD course in psychology three weeks ago, and since things had fallen into a good rhythm in the past month, I felt it was the right time to take it up. Zion had a healthy and stable relationship with his family of uncles and aunts, loved ones, and friends. My boy had more love than I could have asked for, and I wasn’t complaining.
His big day was also around the corner, and I wanted something special for him. I also wanted my family and friends to be present. He would be five after all, and it wouldn’t get any better.
After I finished my class for the day, I drove to Aaron’s estate. I haven’t been back here since two months ago when I left, and I didn’t think I’d willingly bring mysel
